Bramblepoint compassionate heart without a dollar to mend

idk what time is anymore — sorry this took so long

There was a pleasantness to his voice. He had that smooth charm to him she'd really only heard in men who were taken. It was light and creamy and fun, holding a sort of calm joy that made her feel good. When he tensed, she was careful to be tender just before she extracted the nuisance that had been bothering him. For all her bedside manner, Toad might well have made an excellent nurse, but it had never been the role she thought of herself.

He stood. She grinned at his praise. So where were you heading before you decided to stomp around in thorns, Mister...? Toad wondered, tilting her head. What was he doing so close to three packs when he smelled like none of them?